I miss my husband.
I talked with Eddie on the phone tonight. He seems to be doing fine, and got his bags back late last night. He’s not pleased with his bed, which is your standard twin-size dorm bed, and I imagine that he’s been folding himself up in it in order to keep his lower legs from hanging out of the end. He’s been running around doing all sorts of cultish Walmart things, such as attempting to go to an Eagles concert last night and seeing Gretchen Wilson in concert today and negotiating the aquisition of a Walmart kimono for me from the Japanese employees. The bed is so empty without him, but I’m enjoying being able to sleep with the TV on all night. I like waking up in the middle of the night and watching reruns of Leno at 3am. Thankfully he’ll be back on Saturday night, and then I won’t be alone here anymore.
Yesterday afternoon I took Pickle to my mother’s house after making a quick stop up to work so that the crew would be able to pet her. Everyone at work thought she was adorable, except the store manager. At my mother’s house she ran all over the place and did a war-dance for Mom and Nanny, something that Mom had never seen before and thought was fucking hysterical. Pickle played with Tuffy for a bit and ran over Jazz’s tail, and we confirmed that she will come running out of wherever she’s hiding if we play with a squeaky toy and she’s in earshot. We’re definitely going to need to buy one for our house because she’s facinated with still making noise with the baseboard heating and I have a feeling it would be an easier method of retrieving her than crawling under the desk and coffee table every 10 minutes.
Tonight I spent a bunch of money on Eddie’s birthday presents. I know that they won’t be here by Saturday, but at least they’ve been purchased and are on their way. Hopefully they’ll all get here early next week because I hate to make him go a week before he gets to open his gifts. It sucks not having something to open on your birthday.







